There were people all around them, shoulder to shoulder. Everyone was shouting and cheering.
Song Fengwan looked up quietly and tiptoed, her neck aching.
Fu Chen seemed to sense something and had already left.
"The boots are very thick and don't hurt. You'll feel more comfortable this way." Fu Chen's tone was ambiguous.
"I'm fine." It was just that her neck felt a little sore from raising it the whole time.
After the revelry just now, the surrounding people were even more excited and fervent. It seemed like they had been infected by the lively atmosphere, and young couples were hugging and kissing everywhere around them.
Song Fengwan's face seemed to be burning as she leaned her forehead against Fu Chen's chest, her heart pounding.
"Wanwan…" Fu Chen called out to her in a low voice.
"Huh?"
Before Song Fengwan could look up, he actually lowered his head and kissed the top of her head…
